"Indeed, there's no such thing as a free lunch..." A cold smile appeared on Song Jian's face.
The passengers boarding the Ghost Ship, though called passengers, were in fact all working for it. Those skeletons of theirs didn't need to risk entering the fragmentary universe to reap benefits—it was a business that was all gain and no loss!
Song Jian looked at a scale-like phantom image that had appeared before him and tossed a piece of gold-quality equipment from his inventory onto it. This was a spoil of war Song Jian had obtained from hunting monsters before embarking on the Doomsday Cruise Journey, a piece of level eighty gold-quality equipment, which was worth some money.
After tossing the equipment onto it, a progress bar appeared above the scale phantom with a total of ten cells, and at that moment, the progress bar had only advanced to one-tenth of the first cell.
